Some weeks ago I learnt that someone I knew committed suicide over a broken relationship. In another instance, a young driver who worked in the neighbourhood tried to take his own life over something someone had said to him. He eventually succumbed to his injuries. His suicide became a success.
My shock aside, I kept thinking of how broken these two must have felt within. And alone. How many contacts did they have in their phonebooks? Or in their friend lists? Could none help them?
Their heartache scared them more than the fear of death. I wish they had reached out for help. I wish someone had told them that their lives matter more than their broken hearts, and that hearts do heal.
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